The runs
21 April 2004. Inspired by .
While I fret over my facial hair, two friends who have the endurance of giants have recently completed feats of foot.
Charl returned to the London Marathon (after last year's tragic last-minute pullout) to make the capital her bitch for Kidney Research in a storming 5:09:21.
And Hammersley ate the desert for, well, dessert, leaping dunes in a gallop of the sands for the EFF, retired greyhounds and ChildNet in a quite awe-inspiring 54:53:49. Which totals more than I think I've ever run in my life.
I bow to your respective calf muscles, you utter utter loons.